Phil: Did you hear that? Hmm. Luke broke the- - Hey, you changed your clothes.
Claire: Well, I had- I had to get dressed.
Phil: Into that sexy, clingy- Oh, my God. It's the firemen.
Claire: No, sweetie.
Phil: And lipstick! I'm out here convulsing in agony and you're looking for cute tops to wear?
Claire: I just threw on the first thing I could find.
Phil: We got a minute, if you wanna try on some tighter jeans- [groans]
Claire: Oh, Phil, sweetie.
Phil: Oh, no. By all means, Claire, we want you looking your sexiest when the hunky, gay firemen get here!
Fireman: How we doing?
Claire: We're great.
Phil: He meant me!